[h3][color=00a651][b][center]Malkus[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=00a651][b]Location:[/b][/color] Next to the Wagon
[color=00a651][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Fighting an Orc with a big axe[/center]

The horseman near the orc cleric went to attack one of the campers, which was fine with Malkus. Less for him to worry about. Seeing that the cleric was still struggling to remove the dagger malkus first put on the Sleeves of Many Garments. While it might not give him any practical benefits in a fight, it did make a wooden mask for him. With Sona’s poncho and his somewhat human features, Malkus might be able to pass off as not an orc so that Sona’s friends don't try to kill him on sight. Now that being a masked stranger in this chaotic situation wouldn't get him attacked regardless, but every bit helped.

Once he was disguised Malkus went on the attack. He dashed out to the cleric and stabbed his dagger and poisoned kukri into his shoulder. It was quick and we'll executed; Malkus had done this plenty of times before. Which only made things more startling when the cleric wasn't killed.

As the blades sunk into his shoulders and the poison begun to spread, the cleric grabbed his weapon and swung at Malkus's head. Despite being behind the cleric and attacking him when he was unaware, the cleric nearly smashed Malkus's head. The only reason he didn't was because Malkus raised his arm up just in time to block the club, though the knobbly bits did have his arm a nasty new set of bruises. The cleric came up swinging even though Malkus was out of his range. Playing it safe Malkus threw his off-hand dagger at the cleric, aiming for his face. At this range Malkus couldn't miss and he didn't. But the cleric didn't go without one more trick. He casted a spell right before Malkus's dagger went into the orc's eye, killing him.

Malkus didn't know what spell the cleric just used. He wasn't on fire and he could still move. So he wasn't the target. Malkus didn't really have time to figure out what just happened either, so he just looked for his next target. He looked into the camp just in time to see Sona jump onto the back of an orc and slit his throat. That was a ballsy move and Malkus could respect that. Quite honestly seeing Sona slice his neck with a dagger like that made Malkus feel very… Excited. But his excitement soon turned into horror when the orc's Corpse landed and pinned her to the ground. To make matters worse another orcish warrior was near the wagon and looked like he was going to attack Sona.

Something in Malkus snapped. It was a familiar feeling: times in the past when he just forgot about his principles, his code, his fears, his worries, and just went all out into [i]killing someone [/i]. He ran towards the orc warrior armed with a greataxe, getting his attention by throwing a dagger at his face. But this warrior was no novice. He deflected the blade with a flick of his axe’s blade and faced the rogue orc. He snarled at Malkus, but he only gave him silence. At this point Malkus was standing protectively next to Sona, who much to his distress, looked dead. [i][color=00a651]”No no no no!”[/color][/i] Malkus screamed in his own mind, unsheathing one of his longer daggers as he got ready to fight the orcish warrior.